I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink, black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room
I'm talking to the shadows one o'clock till four
And Lord how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour black coffee
Since the blues caught my eyes
I'm hanging out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a-loving
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm moaning all the morning moaning all the night
And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight
Black coffee, feeling low as the ground
It's driving me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around
